'Young'-Lady' Poem by James McLain

'Young'-Lady';
i can't help you there.
Blooded first,
you need to be, before.
Though i confess,
i'm moved i should not be.
i know you arrange them all just so.
such special treats,
but they have not been bloodied first.
too many complications,
there would be then.
different noises,
sounds that make it worse.
and you know,
i love too gaze above the cut.
while no one checks,
the moon for height each night.
so no, 'Young'-Lady'....
i can't help you there.
untill it's been bloodied first.